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“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. Your pussy was made for me, and only me,” he pants. “Get there, baby. Come on my cock. Let me fill you up.”

His hips never stop thrusting as he throws me on my back and reaches to wrap my legs high around him. My wrists are bound by his hand above my head. My hair is spread out behind me, tangled within them. He cups my breast, squeezing almost painfully.

He tilts his head, eager for me to bite.

I take his offer gratefully.

I come spectacularly. Sparks shoot from my hands, wrapping around us like vines, binding us as it goes on and on. Ryker roars, throwing his head back, breaking my connection and filling me with his hot release.

We stay locked together while we catch our breaths. It’s comfortable to be with him like this—embarrassment at the things we did is nonexistent. I am not ashamed of anything we did.

It was beautiful.

And, I get to be with him like this as much as I want. Just as I belong to him, he also belongs to me. My demon agrees, judging by by the vines still wrapped around our wrists.

“Jesus, baby, you are fucking stunning in your desire,” Ryker moans low as he lifts his head to kiss me softly along my neck and jaw. He glides his cock in and out of me slowly. “Whatever magic you have seems to like me, too.” He glances up at them.

“I never knew it could be like that.” I smile saucily. “How many times a day can we do that?” I ask. I’d rather not talk about the wispy vines—a discussion for another day.

Ryker jerks back so he can look at me. “As many as you want,” he grins cockily. “Vampires have an amazing recovery time.”

I laugh. He groans when the act squeezes his cock. I laugh again when he hardens inside of me.

“I see.” I cock my head, looking down at his body to where we are joined.

“Don’t look at me like that. We won’t get any sleep,” he growls.

“Sleep is overrated anyway.”

“Naughty, naughty. You must be thinking about my knives. How many do you think we could use?”

“Shit, you have hundreds of them,” I gasp.

“More like thousands,” he scoffs, offended.

“Holy shit, not going to happen, Ryker.”

“Fine,” he sighs. “Let’s clean you up, so I can get you dirty again.”

I giggle as he throws me over his shoulder and hauls me into the bathroom.

Chapter Eighteen

Serenity

I dance around the kitchen with my headphones on as I prepare breakfast. The music is low but sounds like it’s blaring—so much to get used to. I snuck out of bed this morning, leaving Ryker sleeping peacefully. Last night, besides Mom's visit and the dead body, was the best night of my life.

He treated me like an equal. I have never felt so beautiful or loved. Crap, love. Do I love him? Does he love me? Can you love someone after such a short time? I know there is magic involved, but that would be too fast.

I push the thought away and flip the french toast, shaking my hips awkwardly.

It’s great being a vampire. My thoughts never dwell on difficult things. I don’t worry about anything. Now I am powerful enough to deal with whatever comes. It doesn’t hurt that I have The King Of Vampires at my side.

I wonder how Ava is doing? I have neglected our friendship because of everything that has happened. Plus, I think she’s a little scared of me now. I don’t blame her. I have used her as a crutch since I moved back. I should call her, apologize for it and for wanting to drink from her.

I turn off the burner, sit the platter of toast on the counter, and get in the fridge for the butter and syrup. With my hands full, I use my hip to close the door, and I turn quickly to put the items on the counter. I’m arranging the food to make a presentation for Ryker when I feel his hand slide up my thigh. His other hand tugs out my headphones.

“Morning. I thought you said you don’t dance?” he asks with a raised brow when I look at him over my shoulder.

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